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A smell from which all memory constructs itself.

27 Sunday Sep 2020
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A smell from which all memory constructs itself.
27 Sunday Sep 2020
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Free me from the time from which you have passed and absolve me from within your presence. Like red roses in the hours of twilight draw back from the faded marriage of things.
Walter Benjamin
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